The sky is empty, Not a cloud in sight, It looks so sunny, But here I am, Shivering, Shivering, Shivering.
I wonder,
When it would be Summer.
When its hot,
And I can wear shorts.
And there would be no school.
Instead,
At the beginning ofApril,I’mshivering,Shivering,
Shivering,
Wondering when the heat would come.